Clarence unhappily glanced at the clothing selections and then his own attire. He stood in the corner, opting out of changing. He didn't feel out of place, so he saw no need to change. He made eye contact with the worker, who was either the owner or just a clerk. Clarence narrowed his eyes at the man, who quickly averted his gaze, Glancing back outside the shop, he looked at the windows keeping the water out. He felt uneasy, like he was expecting everything to give from pressure. He smirked at Leroy's choice of clothing. "Nice coat." He called out to the man who had been his enemy not 2 hours ago. He still felt out of place with this group, but that was to be expected as he had just met them. The tension and unease between them would either get better, or it wouldn't. No sense worrying about what was out of his control.